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Post by Chase Anderson on Aug 21, 2016 19:32:35 GMT
i'm carrying your light Something had felt wrong the moment that Chase had stepped up to the door of Mom's home- his home. The first thing he noticed was that the door was unlocked. Upon looking closer, he had found that the lock itself was broken, and immediately a feeling of dread crept up his spine. He pushed open the door and stepped inside with a new sense of desperation, and what he saw next made his heart stop. The living room was almost exactly how he'd left it. Bookcases filled with books and littered with papers and pictures of family along the shelves, couch, paintings that mom had made and hung up on the walls, they were all in place. The only difference was the broken table and...the blood that stained the carpet and the walls. Her blood. Chase choked, falling to his knees. The scent of death, of her last breath, clung to the air and Chase knew he'd never forget it. She wasn't there, though. There was no body, but he didn't need one to know what had happened. She was gone. Mom was gone, killed in her own home, alone, because of him. This had happened weeks ago, maybe months, had he hadn't even known because he'd abandoned her. She wouldn't have known whether or not he was even alive when they came to end her life. It made Chase feel sick. All of this- it was his fault. It should have been him, it should have been his blood staining the walls, not hers, because she hadn't given herself away, she hadn't deserved it. With shaking legs, he stood, because he knew he couldn't stay here, not even to grieve. He couldn't break down here. It wasn't safe. He tore his eyes away from the dried blood and walked around the house, however unsteady his legs still felt. His bag was heavy on his shoulders, now that it had the weight of his guilt added to it. It carried everything that he'd brought with him when he left, but he knew there were a few other things that were here that were too special to both of them to leave behind. His breath was shaky as he picked up framed photos and slipped them in his bag. Pressing his hands against the wall to keep himself steady, he walked down the hall to his room, peeking under his bed and grabbing a few boxes he'd hidden there years ago. He put those in another bag, since they wouldn't fit in his backpack. He was about stand up to leave when he heard someone kick open the front door, even though the lock was already broken. He froze from his spot on the floor, and listened to the footsteps thudding on the carpet of the living room. There was only one person there, but it didn't change the fact that that was the only way to get out of the house. On the other side of his room, the air started shimmering. Portals, Rayn had told him. They led to Haven, and there was keeping Chase here. Not anymore. The footsteps got closer. Chase grabbed his bag, about to move when the intruder found the doorway to his room. "Stop!" the man ordered, but Chase was already leaping across the room towards the portal. A gunshot rang out, and Chase felt hot pain flash in his right arm less than a second before he stumbled through and ended up in a park, at night. Nobody else was there at the moment. Suddenly, it hit him how alone he was now. He'd been grazed by a bullet, and blood was running down his arm, but he could hardly feel it. He sank to the ground, finally somewhere safe, and he let himself break down.
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Post by Rayn Trice on Aug 22, 2016 1:12:14 GMT
Rayn was laying in the soft green grass of the Haven park, just watching the sky. It was a brilliant blue, with so many clouds, all in different shapes and sizes. They reminded him of people. Everybody was different. He had on a white sleeveless shirt, and a nice pair of jeans. His black hair was in a mess, and his yellow eyes darted frequently, watching each and every cloud pass by. A soft wind picked up, the breeze ruffling his hair and feeling great on this hot and humid day. A squirrel scampered past him, stopping and staring at him. Rayn smiled back at it, giving it a small wink before it scampered back to its tree.
Everything was perfect. Perfect. That was something that seemed almost impossible to Rayn after everything he had been through. His parents. His brother, his sister. He thought nothing would ever be the same again. A single tear slid down his cheek as he thought about his family. It was his fault, what happened to them. He promised to be home by dusk. He came home much later, and much louder, than he should've. The last thing he had ever saw of his family was his dead brother, only 9 years old, laying in his arms, his face covered black with smoke, his beautiful blonde hair turned black.
Rayn originally had blonde hair. It was dyed black. It was a symbol that he was grieving. He was mourning. It was 2 years ago to this day that his family was killed. And yet here he was, acting like nothing had happened. Like he had a perfect life. It felt wrong to him. He shouldn't be happy. He should still be digging for food in the trash, living in a small apartment with his family, always searching for the Haven that never showed up until it was too late.
But maybe this day would be perfect. Maybe it was going to be happy. Those were Rayn's thoughts until he picked up a scent. A scent he hadn't smelled in a long time. Blood. Chase. Those two scents. He didn't know Chase well, but he knew he was a good kid. He followed the scent trail until he found Chase, sobbing, his arm covered in blood. Rayn yelled his name and sprinted towards him, enclosing his arms around him, his head resting on Chase's. He had hugged him. This shocked even Rayn. He wasn't a hugger. But he felt so bad. He didn't even know what happened.
"Everything's gonna be alright..." He whispered, before backing away to deal with the wound. A grazed bullet. Rayn proceeded to take his shirt off, but hesitated. He'll see my scar... But this is important. He began to wrap his shirt around Chase's arm, applying pressure to the wound and hopefully slowing down the bleeding. It wasn't that bad, but it could get worse.
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Post by Chase Anderson on Aug 22, 2016 8:56:58 GMT
i'm carrying your light [[ I said in my post that it was night...soo I'm just gonna...go with that.... ]]
It wasn't long before somebody found him. He realized it was Rayn when he heard his voice, since his eyes were too blurred by tears to see all too well. "Rayn..?" he asked, surprised when the man hugged him, but frankly, he knew he needed it. Now he was certain he was in Haven. Rayn probably wouldn't be out in the open like this in the human world.
For a moment Chase was confused as to why Rayn was taking off his shirt, but he soon realized the reason when he put pressure on his injury- the one that he'd been too distracted to remember. He let out a hiss of pain and pushed the cloth away. "Ow- ow, ow. There's-" He paused to wipe his eyes and let out a shaky breath. "I have a first-aid kit." He winced as he moved his arm to get his backpack in front of him. He faltered when he saw the photos he had put in, but then moved them out of the way to get to the small kit he usually carried with him, though his hands shook when he did. "I...trip a lot," he explained, but the usual smile that came with the joke wasn't present. He picked out the supplies they would need, being all too familiar with the contents. He kept on sniffling as he slipped off his jacket and moved his sleeve out of the way of the cut, but he was making an effort not to keep outright sobbing. He didn't like crying in front of other people. He'd been made fun of it a lot as a kid.
"I...went home," he started, feeling like he owed Rayn an explanation for him crying his eyes out in Haven in the middle of the night. "A-and she wasn't- s-she was-" He couldn't get the words out, as if saying it made it more real than he already knew it was. "They- they killed her. Months ago and I-I didn't even know- I-" LAIKA OF ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Rayn Trice on Sept 10, 2016 1:54:26 GMT
Rayn watched Chase with great intent. He shushed him when he began talking about finding his mother. That would only make him cry and breath more heavily, causing him to lose more blood. He knew that he was clearly in great, great pain. He watched as Chase pulled out the first-aid kit. He knew what to do. His mother was a doctor and he usually watched her at the workplace. He pulled out the disinfectant. "This is going to hurt... He said, bracing Chase for the pain that was just waiting to come. He dripped the disinfectant into the wound and put a small pad over the wound, dabbing at it. He later gave his some pain reliever, which he realized would've been easier to give it to him before he gave him the painful disinfectant.
He got out some wrap and bandaged the wound. The bandage became soaked with blood, so he had to reapply several layers before the blood stopped soaking through. The wound seemed bd to have been caused by a projectile. Most likely a bullet. He didn't want to ask him though. He honestly jjust wanted for Chase to rest so he could do the painful stuff while he was sleeping. "Just think of calming things... Sunsets. Flowers. The sea. The waves. The wind fluttering through the grass..."
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Post by Chase Anderson on Sept 10, 2016 2:34:53 GMT
calm yourself, my emotional son. @ rayn Even through messy tears and scattered emotions Chase felt a little mad about the fact that Rayn was treating him like a child. He'd been through worse pain- he'd take a cut over a broken bone any day, even if it stung as badly as it did. "You don't need to treat me like a kid," he mumbled, wiping what was left of salt water off his face with his free end so the only evidence of him crying was his red eyes and the way his breath shuddered. He didn't need to be told how to calm down. He had more than enough practice working through a breakdown- he just needed time to do it.
Chase took a large breath, and let it out slowly, trying to steady his breathing. He looked up, at the stars, and started counting. One. Two. Three. He tried to ignore the fact that they weren't the same stars he would have seen at home this time of the year, but it kept bothering him. Eventually he could actually breathe without hiccuping though, so perhaps it had still worked enough.
He brought his gaze to the ground, keeping quiet as Rayn worked, even though his arm still hurt badly. Once in a while a hiss of pain would escape him, but other than that, he managed to keep quiet. "This is Haven, then," he said after a while, just to break the silence before it drove him crazy. His normally light tone was noticeably absent, and his usual smile was nowhere in sight. He probably should rest, yeah, but he didn't think he'd be able to sleep all that well for a while. Trying would just give him the chance to feel worse. "It's nice." He tried to hide the crack in his voice that betrayed how much his heart wasn't into pretending he was okay. |
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